It was a moonless night…


It’s late, but it’s still Sunday so it’s not too late.

Here’s another snippet from my opposite-sex romance (which i should probably post on my opposite-sex romance blog, but i’m still not 100% sure about that pen name…). The story is flirting with 10K words, and I’m having a blast with it. I really doubt any publisher will be interested, but that probably won’t stop me from pestering one or two…


Anyway… Glenna and her knight in dusty denim have gotten clear of the tavern, only to run out of gas even farther out in the middle of nowhere. Our hero’s last lines were something about forgetting his gas gauge was busted in all the excitement. (Last week’s snippet is here–please ignore the creative punctuation and the draftyness of both.)


The truck door opened with a creak; the night was so quiet it echoed. In case anyone was paying attention I didn’t slam the door shut again, even though it would’ve felt good to slam something.

“Hey.” He scrambled out of the truck and took a few loud steps, but I wasn’t trying to see where he was headed.

I turned my face up, and found another in the series of disappointments that made up my life. On a moonless night the sky should’ve been filled with stars—no such luck, all I saw was black, an empty sky that seemed to swallow even the outlines of the trees lining both sides of the two-lane road, marching away on either side for miles.

“Hey, Glenna, I didn’t mean to imply it was—”

“What?” He’d been shuffling his feet, or walking, or something—I barely saw an outline of what could’ve been him—but he stopped. My voice did sound too loud out there in the stillness, or maybe it was something else. “How do you know my name?”


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Escape Plan

tyre-prints-on-soil-021514-tm-1549Hola Snippetteers!

It’s been a long, strange few weeks. 2015 seems to be The Year of the Drama so far…with both writing-life and real-life taking turns leaving tire tracks all across my back. Hopefully that’s all winding down. *fingers crossed*

One way I’ve coped with my crazier-than-usual life is to write something new and completely different. (Different compared to the past three years, anyway.) It may never be more than a group of snippets, but it might grow up to be an Opposite-Sex Romance. If I like it enough, I might even try to get it published, but that’s really not the point. The point is to write something fun, something I can’t not write. This story was inspired by a few songs by the Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band, especially “Was.”

The “I” is Glenna, and aside from a First Draft Squint Warning, I think that’s enough of an intro.


I skulked around the parking lot, trying to decide which car to borrow and almost got caught in a pair of headlights. The truck wasn’t old or new, wasn’t clean or bashed all to hell—probably one like it on every street in Portland. It should get me to California and then, well, then I’d figure something out. Seemed like a decent choice, until I saw the driver.

When he got out of his truck, my plan changed. Sort of. Decided I’d boost him right along with the truck. Plain and on the scrawny side, his hair cut short but not too short, he looked like the kind of guy who’d help a lady in distress. He didn’t have to know I wasn’t much of a lady. Not until I’d gotten clear of the crappy little town where I was born and raised.


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